Bloom, even when you want to die
Because all that you’ve begun to write
Comes out in clumsy sentences. So why
Is it that you even try?
Bloom, even when you look like a mess
In the mirror as your words spill out just as
Your tears dry up. The darker it gets, the less
Everything starts to make sense.
Bloom, even when your blood freezes over
As your mind slips away. Too much pressure
To survive this drift okay. You’re getting closer
To losing your composure.
Bloom, even when your hands shake
As realisation hits after each mistake.
Life moves fast & you’re a little too late
Feeling like a lightweight.
Please bloom, even when you want to die
Because the voices in your head... they lie.
Please bloom, even when you look like a mess
In the mirror. Sometimes, you can lean on me & rest.
Please bloom, even when your blood freezes over.
Don’t you know diamonds are made under pressure?
Please bloom, even when your hands shake
You’ll bend but with Him, you’ll never break.